#ghost robin

I purpose a DCXDP AU where Gotham gains a new ghost, Robin. Not the ghost of Jason, or Stephanie, or Damian or anyone else who died, but the personification of Gotham City's residents' perception of the hero. He is very much his own person, yet also a mix of all of them, but with some civilian opinions tossed in for spice.

Now Bruce has to adopt another child but this one is somehow much more complicated. He won't ever grow up, he can't really go to school or live a normal life. Crime fighting is literally his entire reason for existing. In the beginning he struggles with being his own person.

DC x DP crossover where Danny runs not into the Batman and Robin of the living world, but the guardian spirits Gotham has created in the Infinite Realms Billionaire adopting him? No, he has the literal city spirits trying to adopt him as part of their family. 

Halfa Jason inverted Robin ghost form!

I've read it in a lot of fics and finally got around to drawing the inverted robin get up. Then I got stuck on the pose because I wanted him to sit backwards on a chair like in the fic Secondary Locations by Catmiint and that was so hard to get right. And then of course I had to do human form too so I could make a transformation sequence. But man, the folds and wrinkles of his leather jacket totally kicked my ass. ( @catmiint idk if you’re the same person or just have the same handle as them but 🤷🏻‍♀️)

Lastly, as a fun side effect I found that just the shading layers without the colors also look pretty ghostly!

Prompt 4: Baby animals

A little ditty to get me out of the writing funk I’ve been in as of late.  Inspired by the adorable doodle by @outlawqueenbey you should look at here

She makes it through every day with her head held high, spine straight and determined, calm and concise and diligent.  At night she comes apart.  Layer by layer of defenses peel away as she retreats to her room, removes heals and tailored suits, painstakingly chosen jewelry, and layers of makeup that hide the evidence of her sleepless nights from the world.  He watches her every time, watches as the guises of the day come off and she settles back into her new self, back into her grief.  

He’d hoped she’d have found peace by now, it has been months since he was ripped away.  Hoped, yet somehow knew she would not.  He knows that’s why he’s still here, why he lingers watching over her day after day, night after night, waiting for the moment he feels her safe enough to leave alone, hating himself for wishing she’ll never give him a reason to leave.

He watches as she climbs into their bed, pulling cool blankets around her in an attempt to soothe what his arms no longer can.  He listens to her breathe; the only sound in the room; the only life in her too empty home. Her breaths go deeper, begin to shutter, and he knows that strangled sobs will soon follow.

“Oh, M’lady,” his fingers run unfettered through her hair as he talks to her.  He always talks to her, hoping somehow she will hear.  “I vowed to never be the cause of your tears.  But instead, to spend my days erasing the need for them.”  He traces her cheekbone, her jaw, brushes his thumb over lips pursed together to contain the sound of her need for him.  “I’ll eternally know the sensation of your skin, warm against mine; the taste of your lips as you allowed me to kiss away those treacherous tears: warm salt, yet sweet, and wholly you.  Always you. I wish I knew how to take this away.” His hands continue to ghost against her skin as his body longs to hold her close.

“Robin?” she asks the darkness, voice unrecognizable even to her own ears.  She’s tired, so tired, but if she holds on she’ll feel him.  In the seconds before her body gives in, she always feels him wrapped around her, breathing against her.  It’s a trick of the mind, she knows, but she lives for it.

“I’m here, my love. And I’ll be here with you as long as you’ll have me.”  His lips brush her temple, linger there as wet lashes flutter against his cheek.

𝙾𝚑! 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘!!

𝚄𝚖! 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢.